Bay Rum
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Baron Samedi Perfume Oil
Select OptionsA notorious voodoo priest, who eventually rose to become one of the funereal Guédés, alongside Baron Cimitère and Baron La Croix. He is a Guardian of the Crossroads: the pathways between our world and the realm of the spirits. As a Master of the Graveyard, he ensures that burial rites are performed with skill, and he helps ferry souls to the dark realm.
In his honor, we have created this scent: our spin on traditional Bay Rum.
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Blue Ghost Blues Perfume Oil
Out of StockI feel myself sinkin’ down
I feel myself sinkin’ down
My body is freezin’
I feel something cold creepin’ aroundMy windows is rattlin’
My doorknob turnin’ round an’ round
My windows is rattlin’
My doorknob turnin’ round an’ round
This haunted house blues is killin’ me
I feel myself sinkin’ downI been fastin’ in this haunted house
Six long months today
I been fastin’ in this haunted house
Six long months today
The Blue Ghost is got the house surrounded, Lord
And I can’t get awayThey got shotguns and pistols
Standin’ all round my door
They got shotguns and pistols
Standin’ all round my door
They haunt me all night long
So I can’t sleep no moreThe Blue Ghost haunts me all night
The nightmare rides me all night long
The Blue Ghost haunts me at night
The nightmare rides me all night long
They worry me so in this haunted house
I wished I was dead and gone
– Lonnie JohnsonA ward against evil: bay rum, whiskey, cigar smoke, black pepper, and salt.
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Half-Human, Half-Monkey Barbers Shaving a Goat Perfume Oil
Out of StockEngraving by G. van der Gucht after J. Wootton
Bay rum, hay, dried alfalfa, aftershave, and cork stalk.
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I Die of Love Perfume Oil
Add to cartI die of love for him, perfect in every way,
Lost in the strains of wafting music.
My eyes are fixed upon his delightful body
And I do not wonder at his beauty.
His waist is a sapling, his face a moon,
And loveliness rolls off his rosy cheek
I die of love for you, but keep this secret:
The tie that binds us is an unbreakable rope.
How much time did your creation take, O angel?
So what! All I want is to sing your praises.
– Abu NuwasBalsam-dusted leather, crushed lilac, bay rum, soft black musk, cubeb berry, and smoke.
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Isaac, The Living Skeleton Perfume Oil
Add to cartTo your side, you hear a man’s deep whisper, “Slowly I turned… inch by inch… step by step….” A scream interrupts him, and a roar of laughter pulses through the shadowed hall. Following the commotion, you move to the next stage. A bone-thin man moves across the stage, and sits upon an overstuffed, threadbare armchair. A battered violin is propped against the chair’s side. The audience starts to dissipate, and you realize that you must have just missed his performance. Relaxing, he reclines lazily, and as the light falls on his face, you come to realize that he is truly skeletal: a thin membrane of skin covers most of his body, but in many places, bone is completely exposed. He winks at you, and chuckles at your obvious discomfiture. The sweet smoke from his cigar touches your senses, and you hear the soft clink of the ice as he swirls the bourbon in his tumbler.
“Late for the show, are ya, friend? I’ll tell you a quick one, and then you’d best skedaddle. I have better things to do than sit here and be gawked at all night.” He takes a swig from his tumbler.
“A man goes to a psychiatrist. The psychiatrist says, ‘I think you’re crazy.’ The man says, ‘I want a second opinion.’ The psychiatrist shrugs and says, ‘Alright, you’re ugly, too.’”
His attention is diverted by a scantily clad woman in the audience beside you, and he leers at her. “Hello, nurse!” he growls, and leans towards her lecherously. “How’s about you come back to my dressing room, and I show you my stamp collection?”
Bourbon, black tobacco tar, dry bone, bay rum aftershave, and sleazy cologne.
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Jolly Roger Perfume Oil
Select OptionsSea spray with an undercurrent of leather, Bay Rum, and salty, dry woods.
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Knucklebones Perfume Oil
Add to cartYou hear a clatter on the ground behind you, and a small bleached bone smacks against your foot. Cloaked in shadows between the tents, three men crouch playing knucklebones. Distress clouds the face of one of the men, while another bursts into a wicked smile and the last one sighs in relief. Scooping up his winnings and shaking his head, the victor makes a soft ‘tsk’ noise as he reaches towards the loser’s chest, positioning his hand over the man’s heart. Pressing forward, his hand moves through cloth, flesh, muscle, and bone to extract the beating organ. Tossing the heart onto the ground, he says to you, “Mind handing me those bones, buddy? I’ve got a game to run here.”
Black musk, bay rum, lime fougere, orange blossom water, gin, and tobacco.
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Santo Domingo Perfume Oil
Select OptionsAn exotic, sultry blend of tobacco leaf, bay rum and heady Caribbean blossoms.
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The Mysterious Rappings Polka Perfume Oil
Add to cartAs performed by Griffiths Quadrille Band in a Mysteriously Effective Manner and Dedicated to all Lovers of “the Mysterious”.
It really was a thing. Rose musk with pink and black pepper, a splash of bay rum, tobacco absolute, and toffee.
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The Naturally Possible and Impossible Perfume Oil
Add to cartThis has occurred in my presence on four occasions in darkness. The test conditions under which they took place were quite satisfactory, so far as the judgment was concerned; but ocular demonstration of such a fact is so necessary to disturb our pre-formed opinions as to “the naturally possible and impossible,” that I will here only mention cases in which the deductions of reason were confirmed by the sense of sight.
On one occasion I witnessed a chair, with a lady sitting on it, rise several inches from the ground. On another occasion, to avoid the suspicion of this being in some way performed by herself, the lady knelt on the chair in such a manner that its four feet were visible to us. It then rose about three inches, remained suspended for about ten seconds, and then slowly descended. At another time two children, on separate occasions, rose from the floor with their chairs, in full daylight, under (to me) most satisfactory conditions; for I was kneeling and keeping close watch upon the feet of the chair, and observing that no one might touch them.
The most striking cases of levitation which I have witnessed have been with Mr. Home, on three separate occasions have I seen him raised completely from the floor of the room. Once sitting in an easy chair, once kneeling on his chair, and once standing up. On each occasion I had full opportunity of watching the occurrence as it was taking place.
There are at least a hundred recorded instances of Mr. Home’s rising from the ground, in the presence of as many separate persons, and I have heard from the lips of the three witnesses to the most striking occurrence of this kind – the Earl of Dunraven, Lord Lindsay, and Captain C. Wynne – their own most minute accounts of what took place. To reject the recorded evidence on this subject is to reject all human testimony whatever; for no fact in sacred or profane history is supported by a stronger array of proofs
The accumulated testimony establishing Mr. Homes levitations is overwhelming. It is greatly to be desired that some person, whose evidence would be accepted as conclusive by the scientific world – if indeed there lives a person whose testimony in favour of such phenomena would be taken – would seriously and patiently examine the alleged facts. Most of the eyewitnesses to these levitations are now living, and would, doubtless, be willing to give their evidence. But, in a few years, such direct evidence will be difficult, if not impossible, to be obtained.
– Notes of an Enquiry into the Phenomena called Spiritual during the years 1870-1873, William Crookes
Well-worn leather, bay rum, vetiver, cigar smoke, and amber oudh.
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Trevor Bruttenholm Perfume Oil
Add to cartA classic men’s cologne mixed with the scent of old, yellowed books, a splash of bay rum, and summoning incense.